• For O’ Father, I have a confession…
    for I believe what I have felt—what I
    feel, must be all in sin.
    I have met a girl, such a wondrous,
    marvelous woman.
    She’s beautiful, wonderful, O’ the heavens
    sing her name with such angelic
    beauty my heart begins to flutter.
    She has me drunk on her scent, her
    presence.
    It’s highly possible I’ve gone daft.
    Insane, completely and utter obsessed with
    just being with her, near, I want her to be at my
    side, and I at hers.
    She seems to be a dream, just an image
    in which only could be possible in
    my imagination.
    A dream I have no intention of waking from...
    I believe I’m Love, Father.
    I believe that I am in such a deep sin in which no amount
    of prayer or holy water can cleanse.
    I pray that you will forgive me for feeling this way, saying the
    things I have said…
    But I can’t live my life without knowing such an angel as her…